Friday, February 24, 2012

You May Ask Yourself, Well, How Did I Get Here?

My Georgian home.


The two rooms in which three adults and two children live their lives. (Plus me.) Also where my host grandfather sleeps.

Russian washing machine, capable of cleaning anything!

Bathroom.

Dariko and Christine's room.

The refridgerator, in the dining room.



Nino and Nkusha's room.

Main hallway.

The... other dining room.


My bedroom: a 360 view.






All joking about tiny living rooms and misplaced fridges aside, my host family really does have a beautiful house and I'm extremely grateful for their kindness and hospitality. Gaumarjos, Gorduladzes!

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Kibble and Bits

Random odds and ends from the last week or so (mostly wandering around Khoni on sunny days, plus one rainy in Kutaisi).

The road leading to my Georgian home.




Bagrati Cathedral, under construction, and a rainy day overlooking Kutaisi.

I <3 U SOMETiMES.



Oh come on, that is just straight up from WWII, Georgia.

Chicken and cat showdown.

The front stairs of the sports sk'ola.


Backetball. Georgians have some trouble with 'c', what with it sounding like an 's' sometimes.



Inside the sports skola, playing a little volleyball and then some b-ball.

FRESH KHACHAPURI, Lawd have mercy.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

I Have Two Big Hands and a Heart Pumping Blood

The friendlier of our two barn cats.

My host grandmother/principal Darika, making her daily car-wheel sized loaf of bread.

Super fun lady's fashion hour.

My host sister getting up to no good.

One day I came home from school and there were some cows in our yard. I think they're ours?

Former soviet playground, part 1.

Former soviet playground, part 2.

My host mother, on my first weekend in Satsulukidzeo. It was snowy and windy and she walked me into town in stilettos. Naturally.

E. Gegias K. Here's to learning a new alphabet and graduating from pre-K to kindergarten!


My first supra at a friend's house in Kutaisi.

The prayer room in my school. It's a public school. But an Orthodox Christian nation. So...

Literally, the school bell. There's also a cow bell we sometimes use.

Epic street dogs abound in my village.



Russian mapography.

Snowy days and pickled things.

The bizarre log cabin restaurant we ate at several times in Zugdidi. Strange atmosphere, great food.



What a rowdy bunch.

Amerikidan Bar in Zugdidi. An ex-pat haven.

The Zugdidi hostel, definitely in my top ten list of hostels. Of course I can count the hostels that I've stayed at on one hand, but still.

The mountains as seen from the Zugdidi bazaar.



Sunday morning in the Zugdidi hostel: an entire universe of WTF to be navigated.